“Daddy?” Ashton called out as Damien entered the house, exhausted from another long day searching for his wife.“What is it, Maxey?” Damien asked, kneeling to his son’s level.Ashton frowned. “Grandma is stuffing Bro with so much food. She treats him like a pet like he is her dog or something. She won’t let him out of her sight. It’s unbearable to watch.”Concern flashed across Damien’s face as he rushed to the dining room, where Fiona was insistently trying to feed Asher another plate of food. The boy looked pale, clearly struggling to eat more. Damien hurried over as he gently took the plate from Fiona’s hands.“Fiona, if you keep feeding Asher like this, he will fall sick,” he warned very softly. “If he gets sick, he will end up in the hospital like Regina. Do you want that?”Fiona blinked in confusion, trying to process his words. After a moment, she quickly set the plate aside. Instead, she turned her attention to Ashton, now running her fingers through his hair and fussing over
Claire was on the phone when she snapped, her voice sharp with frustration. “Where the hell are you?”Her assistant, Lance, responded carefully, “Madam, I was handling Miss Scuderi’s case. I went to appease her as you instructed, but she didn’t take it well. She threw whatever was on the table at me. I’m at the hospital now, getting treated for a head injury.”Claire’s expression darkened. “What did you just say?”“A head injury. Courtesy of Miss Scuderi,” Lance repeated, his voice filled with pain. “The police have tightened her restrictions. She is now in a stricter cell, and she isn’t allowed to meet anyone without being chained.”Claire inhaled slowly, forcing herself to stay composed. Eleanor was only making things worse for herself. And yet, as her mother, Claire couldn’t help but be concerned. But there was nothing she could do. Especially not without jeopardizing everything she had built.She had spent nearly thirty years plotting to take over the Spencer empire. She wouldn’t
Claire sat at the head of the grand mahogany desk as her manicured fingers tapped rhythmically against the polished surface. There was a sharp glint in her eyes that was far colder.She glanced at Lisa, who stood near the door, her posture as hesitant as ever. “There is a meeting with our new partners at eleven,” Claire announced. She leaned back, crossing one leg over the other, a sly smirk playing at her lips. “There may be resistance from Callahan Industries and their allies. But it’s pathetic, really. Damien and his supporters are too few. They’ll be nothing more than an annoyance. I can easily crush them by reinforcing my alliances.”Claire reached for the crystal glass of wine beside her, swirling the deep red liquid before taking a slow sip. Her voice dropped to a murmur. “All I need to do is play the part of the grieving, pitiful wife one whose daughters are missing and she is broken by her own tragedy. People love a helpless woman. They eat it up.” She set the glass down and
Damien was in his office, reviewing a contract, when the door swung open with force. His mother, Carolyn, stormed in, her face tight with frustration. Without a word, she threw a file onto his desk. The papers spilled out before him. Damien leaned back in his chair and exhaled slowly, glancing up at her with extra patience. “What now, Mother?”His life was a mess, and he had no time to get involved in his mother's shenanigans. Carolyn crossed her arms, her voice sharp with accusation. “Look at this mess, Damien! How are we supposed to clean it up? The media is calling Scarlet Heart jinxed! Do you realise what this means? This was probably the last year we would be hosting the contest, and now, thanks to this disaster, the beautiful legacy of our ancestors has been ruined!”Damien flipped through the file absently, already aware of the media storm surrounding the contest. “Mother, it’s not in our hands,” he said evenly. Actually, every event comes with good or bad media attention. Al
"Dad, where are you going?" Ashton asked, watching Damien adjust his cufflinks in the mirror. He and Asher were sprawled across their father’s bed, clearly in no mood to move.Damien glanced at them with a small sigh. "I told you, there is a business event at Callahan Mansion. I have to be there." He walked over and ruffled Ashton’s hair. "I'm sorry, kiddo. I promised to spend more time with you tonight.""It's okay," Ashton mumbled, though his expression said otherwise.Damien exhaled, guilt settling in his chest. "Come on, both of you. I will drop you off at your Aunt Adeline’s place. I will pick you up in the morning."Ashton frowned. "Why morning?"Before Damien could answer, Asher spoke up. "Because he doesn’t want to disturb our sleep."Ashton shook his head. "Why can’t we just stay here?" His voice was quieter now, almost hesitant. "I don’t wanna leave this bed… It smells like Mom and you. I miss her. I just wanna stay here."Damien felt something tighten in his chest at his so
"What are you doing?" Lisa tried to ask without letting her voice tremble.Damien’s arm snaked around her waist while pulling her close with effortless ease. A smirk tugged at his lips as he whispered, "What do you think?"She stiffened, placing her hands on his chest to push him away. "You are a married man. Stay away from me."His grip didn’t loosen. Instead, he tilted his head as his eyes gleamed with mischief. "Am I?"Lisa’s breath hitched. "I know that you are.""Then tell me why I can’t seem to stay away from you," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear.Her pulse quickened as she tried to hold her ground. "Your wife won’t appreciate this."A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest. "Oh, I don’t think she will mind me having you."That was the last straw."Ouch!" Damien groaned as she elbowed him hard in the stomach. He staggered back, clutching his side."You jerk! You absolute asshole!" she fumed, eyes blazing. "I disappear for a few days, and you’re already out here seducing
Anna’s voice dropped to a whisper. "Something is missing. Something I don’t know yet. A piece that doesn’t fit. Regina worshipped her mother, and yet, suddenly, she named me as the guardian of her children in case of her and her husband’s death. Why? She hated me to me death." Her eyes narrowed. "There is something deeper at play, and I need you to find out what it is."Damien nodded. "I will get on it."Anna took a deep breath before revealing the most critical information. "And there is something even more important. The drug that Claire injected Regina with, I managed to steal a sample of her blood and sent it to a lab for testing."Damien’s grip tightened on her arms. "And?""The results came back. The drug has severe side effects. If Regina wakes up, there is a high chance she will suffer from amnesia. The extent of it is unpredictable, as she might lose all her memories or have selective amnesia. It depends on how her body reacts to it."Damien added. "Her pregnancy already weak
The grand mansion stood far away from the crowded city. Tonight, it was bustling under the warm glow of chandeliers and the murmur of conversations as a party for a business launch was going on in full swing. The focal point of the evening was a woman dressed in a long, elegant black dress holding a glass of champagne, possessing the grace of royalty. Her name was Regina Spencer and she was no less than a royal princess. Regina moved through the crowd with sophistication and a flawless smile that could ease anyone while her foxy eyes were on every opportunity laid around her. The mansion's luxurious ballroom was adorned with priceless art and rare decorations and showcased the power and wealth her family wielded. It apprehended and awed every guest. Outside, the beautifully mowed gardens were sparkling under the moonlight and some people were chatting there. The Spencer House was always a talk among the guests as they don't seem to get enough of its beauty. "Regina, I saw what you
Anna’s voice dropped to a whisper. "Something is missing. Something I don’t know yet. A piece that doesn’t fit. Regina worshipped her mother, and yet, suddenly, she named me as the guardian of her children in case of her and her husband’s death. Why? She hated me to me death." Her eyes narrowed. "There is something deeper at play, and I need you to find out what it is."Damien nodded. "I will get on it."Anna took a deep breath before revealing the most critical information. "And there is something even more important. The drug that Claire injected Regina with, I managed to steal a sample of her blood and sent it to a lab for testing."Damien’s grip tightened on her arms. "And?""The results came back. The drug has severe side effects. If Regina wakes up, there is a high chance she will suffer from amnesia. The extent of it is unpredictable, as she might lose all her memories or have selective amnesia. It depends on how her body reacts to it."Damien added. "Her pregnancy already weak
"What are you doing?" Lisa tried to ask without letting her voice tremble.Damien’s arm snaked around her waist while pulling her close with effortless ease. A smirk tugged at his lips as he whispered, "What do you think?"She stiffened, placing her hands on his chest to push him away. "You are a married man. Stay away from me."His grip didn’t loosen. Instead, he tilted his head as his eyes gleamed with mischief. "Am I?"Lisa’s breath hitched. "I know that you are.""Then tell me why I can’t seem to stay away from you," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear.Her pulse quickened as she tried to hold her ground. "Your wife won’t appreciate this."A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest. "Oh, I don’t think she will mind me having you."That was the last straw."Ouch!" Damien groaned as she elbowed him hard in the stomach. He staggered back, clutching his side."You jerk! You absolute asshole!" she fumed, eyes blazing. "I disappear for a few days, and you’re already out here seducing
"Dad, where are you going?" Ashton asked, watching Damien adjust his cufflinks in the mirror. He and Asher were sprawled across their father’s bed, clearly in no mood to move.Damien glanced at them with a small sigh. "I told you, there is a business event at Callahan Mansion. I have to be there." He walked over and ruffled Ashton’s hair. "I'm sorry, kiddo. I promised to spend more time with you tonight.""It's okay," Ashton mumbled, though his expression said otherwise.Damien exhaled, guilt settling in his chest. "Come on, both of you. I will drop you off at your Aunt Adeline’s place. I will pick you up in the morning."Ashton frowned. "Why morning?"Before Damien could answer, Asher spoke up. "Because he doesn’t want to disturb our sleep."Ashton shook his head. "Why can’t we just stay here?" His voice was quieter now, almost hesitant. "I don’t wanna leave this bed… It smells like Mom and you. I miss her. I just wanna stay here."Damien felt something tighten in his chest at his so
Damien was in his office, reviewing a contract, when the door swung open with force. His mother, Carolyn, stormed in, her face tight with frustration. Without a word, she threw a file onto his desk. The papers spilled out before him. Damien leaned back in his chair and exhaled slowly, glancing up at her with extra patience. “What now, Mother?”His life was a mess, and he had no time to get involved in his mother's shenanigans. Carolyn crossed her arms, her voice sharp with accusation. “Look at this mess, Damien! How are we supposed to clean it up? The media is calling Scarlet Heart jinxed! Do you realise what this means? This was probably the last year we would be hosting the contest, and now, thanks to this disaster, the beautiful legacy of our ancestors has been ruined!”Damien flipped through the file absently, already aware of the media storm surrounding the contest. “Mother, it’s not in our hands,” he said evenly. Actually, every event comes with good or bad media attention. Al
Claire sat at the head of the grand mahogany desk as her manicured fingers tapped rhythmically against the polished surface. There was a sharp glint in her eyes that was far colder.She glanced at Lisa, who stood near the door, her posture as hesitant as ever. “There is a meeting with our new partners at eleven,” Claire announced. She leaned back, crossing one leg over the other, a sly smirk playing at her lips. “There may be resistance from Callahan Industries and their allies. But it’s pathetic, really. Damien and his supporters are too few. They’ll be nothing more than an annoyance. I can easily crush them by reinforcing my alliances.”Claire reached for the crystal glass of wine beside her, swirling the deep red liquid before taking a slow sip. Her voice dropped to a murmur. “All I need to do is play the part of the grieving, pitiful wife one whose daughters are missing and she is broken by her own tragedy. People love a helpless woman. They eat it up.” She set the glass down and
Claire was on the phone when she snapped, her voice sharp with frustration. “Where the hell are you?”Her assistant, Lance, responded carefully, “Madam, I was handling Miss Scuderi’s case. I went to appease her as you instructed, but she didn’t take it well. She threw whatever was on the table at me. I’m at the hospital now, getting treated for a head injury.”Claire’s expression darkened. “What did you just say?”“A head injury. Courtesy of Miss Scuderi,” Lance repeated, his voice filled with pain. “The police have tightened her restrictions. She is now in a stricter cell, and she isn’t allowed to meet anyone without being chained.”Claire inhaled slowly, forcing herself to stay composed. Eleanor was only making things worse for herself. And yet, as her mother, Claire couldn’t help but be concerned. But there was nothing she could do. Especially not without jeopardizing everything she had built.She had spent nearly thirty years plotting to take over the Spencer empire. She wouldn’t
“Daddy?” Ashton called out as Damien entered the house, exhausted from another long day searching for his wife.“What is it, Maxey?” Damien asked, kneeling to his son’s level.Ashton frowned. “Grandma is stuffing Bro with so much food. She treats him like a pet like he is her dog or something. She won’t let him out of her sight. It’s unbearable to watch.”Concern flashed across Damien’s face as he rushed to the dining room, where Fiona was insistently trying to feed Asher another plate of food. The boy looked pale, clearly struggling to eat more. Damien hurried over as he gently took the plate from Fiona’s hands.“Fiona, if you keep feeding Asher like this, he will fall sick,” he warned very softly. “If he gets sick, he will end up in the hospital like Regina. Do you want that?”Fiona blinked in confusion, trying to process his words. After a moment, she quickly set the plate aside. Instead, she turned her attention to Ashton, now running her fingers through his hair and fussing over
Eleanor clutched the prison phone tightly, her voice sharp with desperation. "You have to get me out of here!" she shouted. Her disgrace was all over the media as she was caught naked while attempting to assault a man, high on drugs. Her politician father was struggling to contain the fallout, his career hanging by a thread. With nowhere else to turn, she called Claire, her biological mother."Can you be patient?" Claire's voice was cold. "I warned you not to do anything stupid. I told you I would help you get Ronan, but look at you now. Stay put for a few days. My PR team is handling it. You'll be fine, just keep quiet.""I don’t want to be here!" Eleanor screamed. "The Arnello family is trying to kill me! That bitch is everywhere, I see her all the time! Why won’t you come and get me? I know you can. Take me out of here, or I’ll die!"Claire sighed, rubbing her temples. "I can’t deal with more problems, Nora. Just sit tight and be quiet. I have two other headaches. one’s missing, an
“Did you find anything about Anna?” Damien asked, his voice tight with frustration.It had been an entire day since Anastasia had disappeared, and there was still no news about her or the baby. It was as if the world had swallowed her whole.Meanwhile, Regina’s condition remained critical. She was still in a coma, and Claire had fired yet another shot. This time, she turned her attention to Abel. With the so-called evidence she had gathered, she was dangerously close to gaining control over both her daughter and granddaughter.“You have lost your goddamn mind if you think I would ever harm my wife and kids,” Abel said, his voice laced with fury.Claire stood before him, her expression filled with misplaced triumph. “You are the reason my Regina is suffering. I need my daughter and granddaughter.”Turning to the officers, she commanded, “Arrest him! You have enough evidence to charge him with domestic violence.”The police hesitated for a moment, but the proof was airtight. They had no